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“Very certain.”
“God knows, I should be staying away from you,” he said. “Should be leaving you alone. But it’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. And I simply can’t. So I won’t.”
He lowered his delicious weight onto her, crushing her into the mattress.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered against her lips.
She was about to protest, to say she didn’t want him to be…didn’t need him to be. But he covered her lips with his and kissed her, wiping all thoughts from her head. Delicious swipes of his lips against hers, his tongue playing with hers, made her writhe under him with impatience. Her skin felt hot and suddenly so sensitive she could feel every crease of her chemise, the fabric rubbing against her nipples as she breathed quickly.
His right arm pinned her hands over her head and his left hand went under her chemise, caressing her legs, her thighs, and then higher. He moved to her breasts and cupped one with his hand. They felt heavier, nipples aching with sweet pain as he rolled one nipple and tugged on it.
She arched towards him, the simultaneous stimulation of his touch and his kiss making her head dizzy. His hard member was already pressing into her stomach through his breeches, and she opened her legs, wrapping them around his hips.
Moving his hips so that his erection was pressing into her sex, he murmured a male sound of pleasure and impatience into her mouth.
“Don’t be…” she managed as she tore away from his lips.
“Pardon me?” he asked, blinking. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. Don’t be gentle,” she said.
His eyes met hers, and she saw his Adam’s apple rise and fall. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said.
She cupped his face, and her fingers found the white lock of his hair, brushing it back. “I’d like to know. I’m asking you to show me what you truly want.”
A visible shiver ran through his body as his gaze swept over her, from head to toe, as though he was taking inventory of a new and unexpected treasure he’d secretly wanted his entire life. He exhaled audibly as he closed his eyes for a few moments.
“You’ll be the end of me, sweet girl,” he murmured as he opened his eyes. “You’re a gift… A gift I will never deserve.”
A thrill ran through her. She? A gift? Surely he didn’t mean it. She didn’t do anything—
Her thoughts were interrupted when he kissed her, hungrier this time, then withdrew again.
“If at any moment you wish me to stop, just say one word, and I will. Promise me, love.”
She nodded eagerly, her chest heaving as she sucked in air, feeling nervous. “I promise.”
Then he was kissing her again, all gentleness gone. Instead, these were hungry brushes of his lips and possessive strokes of his tongue that resonated deep in her sex.
He dragged her chemise over her head, and she was naked under him, her skin feeling as if it were extended to the borders of his body, feeling every movement of air acutely.
He removed his breeches and kneeled over her, the glove on his right hand his only clothing. Her breath caught at the sight of him, towering above her, moonlight falling on the smooth hills and valleys of the defined muscles of his chest, his narrow waist and hips, the rippling muscles of his stomach, his thick, muscular thighs…
And his gorgeous cock, long and thick, surrounded by dark curly hair. The sight of it had her sex clench in anticipation, in the memory of the intense pleasure it had brought her last time. His gaze swept over her, igniting her skin.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he murmured as his eyes lingered on her breasts, her waist, her full hips. “And until the day I die, you will be the most beautiful thing.”
As she struggled to try to believe what he said, he lowered himself to her, his glorious body completely naked against hers. She could feel every hair, every rib, every indent.
And the one thing that still separated them, its smooth leather cool on her skin.
“Would you remove your glove?” she asked. “I’d like to see you bare…as you see me.”
His face froze, all intensity gone, and pure fear overtook his features. She should have never asked. “No,” he said. “You will never see it.”
She ached for the closeness, the intimacy between them to return and for him to forget whatever was hiding beneath that glove. “Of course,” she said. “I just want to be close to you.”
“You already are, darling,” he murmured. “You are closer to me than anyone has ever been. Can this be enough?”
